“Where are you taking us?” The Bijari asked, her voice a soft rasp. “There’s a tech lab where, uh—” she gestured at Rakhnar “—his ship is being examined. If you can get it operational, you’re free.” “What about you?” The Bijari pressed. The human laughed, a cold, dead sound. “I’ll be fine.” “Why are you doing this?” The Yivuran cut in. The human looked to him, her eyes hollow. “I’m not a good person, if that’s what you’re asking. I have an ulterior motive.” The Yivuran’s posture relaxed marginally. “I trust ulterior motives better than righteousness. Shall we go?”
